tears freckled across my cheeks for no good reason,
cold is the season is not the reason,
maybe it's just another doubted downfall in my mental health.
i'm mentally ill,
i don't want to take pills,
but i don't want my chest to hurt,
every second,
every day,
in pain.
whether i'm filled with rage,
a simple misunderstanding makes me believe,
everyone even my closest friends hate me,
i feel hopeless,
my life has no meaning never will,
whatever i'm feeling on that second of that day.
i want it to end.
